Pole-J

"We've heard that a million monkeys at a million keyboards could produce the complete works of Shakespeare; now, thanks to the Internet, we know that is not true."

I look at a roof on fire. "The roof is on fire," I hear. Point out the bloody obvious… "We don't need no water.  Let the motherfucker burn." "Burn motherfucker, burn!" "No one is safe!  What will you do?!" Sirens scowl. People start dancing. Boom, boom. What could you say that no other human has ever said? – Even this question was probably asked by someone, somewhere, sometime. Give up.  The roof is on fire. My, metaphorical, roof is on fire. *dies inside*

Chose your path.  Chose your life. No matter what path and/or life you chose, you will end up in a place everyone end's up eventually – a dead place. If the only true purpose in life is survival and the only true truth is death, why should we not suck as much pleasure from it as we can?  Well, we should.  Let's suck it dry to the bone. (Pun intended.) Death…  All other aspects of life are absurd. Look at yourself. Imagine yourself looking at yourself from above and observing yourself. What do you see? Did something naughty as a kid?  "Go to your room!"  Absurd. Eating carrots?  Absurd. Drinking milk that came from cows' udd